Lunchbox

You think that i'm not cool

Hard to deny...what's wrong with me

A softer side

To compromise

It's all i have for my teenage mind

It's not the first time that i found

All my friends just put me down

I had to, force them' to understand

That i'm not as, dumb as they think i am

Now they're still making fun of me

Miami vice, my favorite show, on so many years ago

And sonny crocket was the, man that i hoped i would be

I bought the shades and bought the clothes

And wore pink pastel colors so

I could fit in, with the crowd, what was wrong with me

They always seem... when they're around

To make it, "a" point, to put me down

Without a trace, another case, of retro 80's so called friends of mine

I am, a burned out loser and

I can, pretend, all the pressures that are

Going through my mind, i'm still captain geek divine

Now once again, i've been, the subject of my own joke played on me

I cannot lie, i grew a mullet to comply

With all the fads that, everyone would try like tab one calorie

And i would do most anything, to gain a friend or just be seen

As a member of the in crowd, don't feel sorry for me